Dozens of missiles once again appeared in Liu Lan's pupils, those beautiful dark silver vertical pupils almost spewing fire. The Divine Shooter Great Witches were all ready for battle, yet seemed languid and lacking in fighting spirit.
The sound of horns rang out in the military camp, and the Witch Clan Warriors rushed out from the barracks, then stood well on open grounds, each holding a Heavy Shield. From above, the spacing between them was neither too tight nor too loose.
The missiles howled in, accelerating, and then with nimble maneuvers avoided most of the intercepting Heavy Arrows, rushing above the military camp to scatter a large area of short spikes, just like the previous times.
